Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.